Mood Music
Author: robertjames1971
I'm wicked tall.
Me ‘n’ Lil
I’m home at last and Lily says hello.
Tomorrow… I Promise
Tomorrow morning before work. I will record some guitar parts.
I promise*.
*I also promise that if I break this promise there will be no repercussions. I promise.
Happy Valentines Day
I am in the office today and Jen is working from home. I was able to wish her a Happy Valentines Day before I left the house though, so that makes me happy.
Yes I know that Valentines Day is a hallmark holiday and not a real thing, but I was alone for so very long before I met Jen that I never got to celebrate and I just want to make up for lost time.
We used to do anti-valentines celebrations. A bunch of friends would get together and go bowling and eat pizza and make fun of the happy couples. Now I am in one of those couples and I do so love every second of it. Make fun of me all you want, being with Jen is totally worth it.
Happy Valentines Day, Jen. I love you with all my heart. Smooch.
I Think You Are Reading It
It’s been a weird morning. I feel like I am massively off of my regular schedule, but I am getting caught up now. I’ll probably write more about it later, because I am a chronic over-sharer, as you may have noticed.
Anyway, if there was a biography about me, what would the title be? I foresee such a thing having one of two possible titles. The first would be something like, “Inside the Red Head’s Head.” Another possible name could be, “robertjames1971.blog.”
Wait a second! Something with titles like that already exists! Who would have thunk it? There is something similar to an autobiography already and you are literally reading it right now! I mean… this is more of a journal than an autobiography. Maybe if you squint a little you could call it a memoir. Probably not. Whatever, it’s a slice of my life at this point in time and I think that counts. Even if it is a carefully curated slice of life containing only the crap that I am willing to share with the greater universe. That still counts… I think… maybe… maybe not, but it’s good enough to answer this question today, don’t you think?
Google AI, generate an image of a Jedi Knight writing his or her autobiography.
His pen looks like a lightsaber! HA!
So what do you all think… is it time to cut the crap with the AI generated images of Jedi Knights doing something loosely related to the current daily writing prompt? I might be ready to stop, but I also might be ready to not stop. I am undecided.
Basket
Yes, the two of them in the basket together is adorable, but I don’t think it can handle that much weight.
Nap Time
How can napping in a basket be comfortable?
I’m really tired tonight though so I am kind of jealous.
On His Birthday?
I saw this on The ‘Gram today:
Today is also Peter Gabriel’s birthday.
Genesis released the first Peter-free record on Peter’s birthday.
Low blow, bro.
Look What I Failed to Do
Wanna know what I have failed to do for the last two days?
Hint:
Ugh. I am feeling very musically uninspired right now. That’s not good when I am trying to write and record an album entirely within the month of February. Crud.
On a happier note, yesterday was the first time that Robin the Cat jumped up on my desk and hung out with me while I worked. Today was the first time Lily the Cat did the same.
My Parents at My Age
I’m 52 years old. I’ll be 53 in May and suddenly that seems immensely older than 52. Weird, this aging thing, isn’t it?
When my mother was 52 my father was 50 and I was about 22. That was 1992. At that time I think my sister was still teaching 1st grade in Long Beach, CA and my brother was still in high school. I had dropped out of college (music school) and was either working at UPS loading tractor trailor trucks, or I was starting to attend Northeast Broadcasting School in their eight month audio recording certificate program.
I’m not sure of the timeline for my parents. My father was running an accounting department. I think he was still at the scrap metal company in Tewksbury. That wasn’t the happiest time in his professional life, but it was better than the last days with the restaurant company. My mother… I think my mother was working as a bookkeeper at the electronics place in Chelmsford. My father would eventually work there as well. He ran the accounting department and my mother worked for him. My brother interned there as well, and when I went back to school for real a few years later I worked there as an overnight cleaning guy. Things seemed good for my parents in those days.
Apart from that, I have to expect that my parents spent a lot of time worrying about what a fuck up I was turning into after first deciding to go to music school, then dropping out, then going to a useless tech school to study a useless field, and then turning into a warehouse flunky for a few years. It was 1997 when I went back to school for real. I hope that eased their worries.
1992 was a long way away from my mother’s brain tumor and the dementia it lead to, and my father’s heart attack and all the trouble that lead to. 1992 was a pretty happy year for me, personally, even if I was turning into a professional fuck up. I wouldn’t change a thing as it all lead me to where I am today. If I had to change anything though, that brain tumor and the heart attack would be high on the list. Hell… they would pretty much be the list.
Hey AI Thing, generate an image of a Jedi Knight visiting his parents.
